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name; Makoto Kawasumi
prefers; Makoto
gender; female
age; seventeen
occupation; writer
rank; romance writer
fc; Nanami Aoyama

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hair; brown
eyes; amber
skin; pale
build; slim
height; 5'5
weight; 111lbs
strengths; writing
& listening
weaknesses; swimming
& athletics

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friends; here
& here
enemies; none
family; unknown
sexuality; heterosexual
crush; none
status; single

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main trait; curious
good traits; innocent
understanding & optimistic
bad traits; pushy
nosy & rash
likes; writing
& art
dislikes; swimming
& heights
fears; storms

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[ophio]

ooc; Hajime and boo are accepted. flowers, you'll be accepted when your form is finished.
The discussion thread is now up as well. We can discuss plot and relationships and such there.

[Saxhleel]

T o m o k o ¦ W a t a n u k i

'Tomo'
The Poetry writer.

aged 17

Bisexual

fc; Yuuzan Yoshida
+Traits; Sweet, soft spoken, creative, eloquent, persuasive.

-Traits; Cynical, low self esteem, sharp tongue, indecisive.

Just this beautiful,
complex wonderfully unfathom-
able, natural world?
How does it so fail to hold
our attention
That we have to diminish
it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths
and Monsters?
If you're so into Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
“To gild refined gold,
to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet…
is just silly”

Tomo is quite the stereotypical poet. He's philosophical, thoughtful and always spouting witty comments and eloquent turns of phrase. Unfortunately you wouldn't know it to look at him. He's tall and lanky, with hair that just brushes his collar bone, and often hands in shaggy strands, that is, when he doesn't tie it back. Pale skin and dark eyes, like that of an dog, deep and searching. He can be a little bit doubtful of himself, indecisive and questions himself too much. Afraid of criticism. He finds it hard to express himself because of this, and can come across as awkward or rude. Seeing beauty in almost everything, writing poetry comes as easy to him as walking or breathing. Don't take his ego problems as a symbol of cowardice, he has a sharp tongue and a venomous bite, and will stick up for himself when cornered, like a porcupine.
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Tomo was always a rather lonely child. His nervous disposition and puppy dog looks meant that his school life was writhe with bullies and from a young age he was always isolated in some manner from those around him. This continued in highschool, but this time, he'd discovered that he didn't need to bottle his feelings up and lock himself away in his room. He started writing this way after the summer holidays, when he attended a literature festival with his mother, a Shakespeare enthusiast. After that he was hooked, and spends most of his time now writing poetry. Or doodling. Even though he's always been fairly clever, and has no trouble in his academics. He's frightened of what the near future holds for him and his...friends(?) And he doesn't know just how far he wants to stick his nose into dim business like this.

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xfull name: hadley mori rose
xgender: female
xs.o: bisexual
xage: seventeen
xrole: the free form writer
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xlikes: comic books, writing,
xsecrets, doing what she wants
xdislikes:roller coasters, being bored
xnot knowing what she's doing,
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xblunt, honest, self reliant, ambitious
ximpatient, skeptical, unpredictable,
xoutspoken, sneaky, spoiled, brave
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xfriends: the writers group
xenemies: tba
xcrush: tba
xfamily: her mother & father
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Meet the slightly abrupt Hadley Rose, a seventeen year old girl mostly known as the stuck-up daughter of the wealthy Rose's Family. She's the girl who has had everything handed to her; the girl who gets whatever she wants at the snap of a finger. Which, maybe that's true, but most would think living in the largest home in Erebus would be a dream come true, but to her it's the loneliest, tiring, and most boring thing of all time. Her parents are hardly ever home so she's often left alone in a eight bedroom house. You would think that as a child she would of had all the toys and games in the world since her family was so wealthy. But all her parents ever wanted her to do was prepare for her future by reading boring computer books, taking software classes, making appearances at her parents employee parties, and acting as sweet and ladylike as possible... All of which involved was for their plan for her to inherit their huge computer company and become the leading manager of the entire corporation. Which was a horrid thought to Hadley, since she was in no shape or form interested in anything to do with boring computers or corporations. (Yet she hates to say this, but she knows a lot about them due to all the books she was forced to study over and over as a child.) So now a days, when her parents come back from business travels she pretends to be as sweet & poised as possible, but as soon as they leave (because never stay for long) she spends her time waiting to leave this overly cheerful town, and using her creative writing skills as an outlet from all of the bordem in her simple and planned out life. The only people her age who she actually bothers to hang around are the writers from the creative writing club.

[ophio]

ooc: Everyone is accepted and has been added to the front page!
Please try to make at least one post on the discussion thread so I know you're seeing the stuff that I'll be putting out there.

[yeena]

ＨＡＲＵ - - ｋｏｊｉｍａ ↑↑
ha-rue - - koe-jima
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• male
• nineteen
• the emotional guy
• bi-sexual

• 6'3 feet
• 133 lbs
• active, skinny, tall, pianist
• has dark ocean blue eyes that stand out



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x. coffee & any warm substance of a drink
x. dark/night time
x. bridges
x. walking in a peaceful place
x. neatness
x. long stories with a twisting plot
x. bagels
x. music

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x. candy & sweets
x. over excited things
x. milk
x. very loud noises
x. immature things
x. non-senseful things
x. confusing things
x. death

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haru is simply an outcast raven. he never seems to like anybody.. or further-more he is just shy, which is entirely true. ever since sybil died, he became a bit closed up ( being close to her and all ) for the simple reason he's a pinch scared that any new friend he makes will leave him. despite being like a locked up soul he is pretty mature- and doesn't like things that make no absolute sense or are just childish.. which is most likely why when you see him he will have his nose in a book. haru doesn't like to be center of attention or even get a hint of attention just because he never usually sleeps due to reading too much and so he has the worst reactions to being put under pressure- or attention of course. he just sorta starts to freak out and says random things quickly likethisalthoughilladdatranlation ( like this although ill add a translation ) and will most likely do anything to not be under watching eyes. also though, he has this thing of getting lost in words easily- getting him confused is never an issue.. though i don't know why you'd want him confused. although not under eyes he is just mostly a calm and reserved guy, not ever really looking for friends yet he can be seen often in his black long coat with a scarf around his neck, coffee someplace and nose deep in a book. its your choice to approach this watching raven.

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x. scarf(ves) ( mainly black ) always on
x. reading glasses ( carries and will wear )
x. a long black trench coat
x. headphones ( most times )
x. silver cross necklace
x. he always has gloves on
x. small black messenger bag

you see a raven. a simple guy with a reader's attitude. once you see him though, you see him and notice the smallest of details. he is a middle aged noirette that has navy blue eyes and long, skinny piano fingers and a matching tall form. some say he's tall for an age, and some say he's lying about his age. he disapproves of the latter and just think he caught his fathers height and mothers athletic body. his hair covers his left eye and can be considered more of a mop on his head then a male's hair. he consists of mostly black clothes and his attire is jackets and layers- even in summer. he wears a black polo yet atop that a long black tench coat. the trench is faded and can clearly be identified as a few years old. he also has on long black skinny jeans cause he is more of a feminine-type then masculine-like. the skinny jeans have four pockets- two on the back and then two that lead slightly down his thigh on the outside. he can be seen wearing glasses for reading sometimes and sometimes he just forgets to take them off and put them away in his small bag he carries around. multiple charms and pills sit in his bag- charms because why not and pills that are mostly used for his obsessive, never-ending, crude headaches. also his glasses case well.. for his glasses. pills sit in the main pocket and his two outside pockets of the bags hold his pills and glasses case. he wears a thick scarf always around his neck- in public. haru pulls the fabric up to cover his mouth and possibly reduce attraction from the crowds around him but they give him even weirder looks because he wears his layers everyday. spring, summer, winter whatever ! he'll be buried in his layers. the scarves are usually only black or black with white pinstripes- any colors besides those are a no ( well black and plaid may have an exception.. ). he always wears black, finger less gloves on that go to about his knuckle before stopping, yet stretching back towards his wrist. he'll usually have wireless headphones that are black with blue circles on the inside yet considering he has two sets he just picks one and runs with his phone. wireless, black with blue symmetrical circles on the insides and one with wires and such with just a pure black base color. he wears these around his neck and or will have them on and be listening to music out in public while reading. besides all of those complicated items- he has one last simple item. a silver cross necklace that hangs out under his scarves. this was a gift from his mother that he kept over all of the years since she's been dead- when he was four, almost five. the cross still has its shine and has not faded in its years of being around his neck and haru himself has not ever done anything to damage the item, protecting it rather, from the outside world.

friends ; 0
enemies ; 0
neutral ; the circle
crush ; no one

so you want to become the raven's friend ? watch him closely. see what he likes and see what you can make out of it- make him feel comfortable around you and such. don't touch him ( he hates physical contact ), see if you can read his emotions as well as he reads yours. maybe take him out for a bite ? or if your lucky its the other way around. hey read a book with him ! he has multiple copies of books he reads. enemies you could say, he doesn't usually have any enemies.. these people that aren't friends often fall into the ' neutral ' category. it takes a bit to get him to break hell's wrath on you but it doesn't take as much as a whisper to make him feel upset or distrusted and then you'll go to the neutral section. once you become his friend and he takes interest into you, consider yourself lucky. yet he really only falls for males but he's in the bi-sexual category.. so try your luck and hope. suggests to make him take an interest is to just be yourself. he doesn't like liars or people who will shift around him and try to adjust to his liking- that just makes him upset that he's changing your personality style. mostly though take him out for coffee and he will love you. yet known for his full trust and such you also have to prove that you trust him- or else he won't feel very trusted and secure around you.. but yes. still want to try and rope the raven ? also- a lot of things can upset him/make him feel distrusted if you haven't noticed.

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'Evie' - Seventeen
Currently alone
At the circle's cabin
Feeling uneasy and
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Evie currently stood in an area of dried grass that died long ago. She remembered that meeting, back when the circle was whole. They five of them had made a silent agreement almost four whole days before that they would most likely not meet again. However, Evie had blatantly broken that agreement when she had posted notes on everyone's doors earlier that morning. She had practically begged for them to show up this evening. They needed to talk, to say something to each other, to break the silence that had been ongoing for the past four days. Sybil strived to keep them together. They'd had their fair share or arguments, and every time someone was there to remind them that they needed one another. She waited for the familiar crunch of leaves that would signify the circle's arrival. It was five o'clock, much earlier than they normally met. The sun was just starting the sink behind the horizon, and she knew that the others would probably be late. Evie held the essence of the spirit world, she was used to the dead, the hum of a spiritual presence was always there as background noise. That comforting buzz had turned against her, for she could only think of Sybil being out there and trying to contact her. It took her a moment to focus back in on reality. The crunching of leaves soon catching her attention. Well then, it seems the notes had worked. It was time to see her friends again.

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Knox - Seventeen
Currently alone
Near the circle's cabin
Feeling determined
and upset
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Sybil's death had been a shock to them all, but he answered it with a cry of anger and fear. They never once confirmed that they'd been seeing each other. Though they did nothing to hide it. The fact that they arrived earlier than the others, the holding of hands, the signs were there. They always tried to play it cool when the playful teasing began, joking about how they totally weren't a thing. When he heard the news from Evie he'd dropped all contact with the others. He knew deep down that none of them could be the culprit, but still he was more angry with the world than anything. After four days of nothing, he was more than eager to show up Saturday. Evie had called them back to where it all began. He couldn't have been more than seven when they'd found each other in this very same place. He'd seen this same forest enough times to know when he was getting close. Sybil fueled him even in death. He was determined to find out the mystery behind this all, and hopefully put her to rest, the rest she deserved. Evie had talked about spiritual ties before. He only wished he'd listened more in depth when she went off on her rants. The old building which relished so many memories for him came into view. Through the dense trees, and light fog which was settling on the ground he could make out of figure. It was more than likely Evie, the reason he came today. It seemed he would be the second one on the lot as he soon found himself on the property. Now they waited.
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➳ | ✦ Aurelia Celeste ✦
Date: October 9th | Mood: Sad | Performing: Stuff.

☪ It had been four days since the they agreed to never meet again, but when Aurelia was about to walk out to the cold weather, she spotted a small note on her mahogany door. She wasn't in the mood to check it, but curious as she was, she had to. Reluctantly, she took the note off her door to reveal the very familiar handwriting. Standing there staring at the little paper, she soon realized that it was in fact, Evie's words. Sighing, she read over her begging words to meet again, and that it was Sybil who wanted to keep them together. Oh, how she missed Sybil. Who would do such a wretched thing as to kill? She shook her head at these thoughts and soon decided. "Hmm... Let's take a peek," She mumbled. The leaves rustled and tumbled down the road, as she made her way towards the cabin that they usually met in.

She didn't try hard to keep her footsteps silenced. In fact, she wanted to be heard. Her feet cracked twigs and dried leaves, as she trampled her way towards the old cabin that she loved so much as a child. Her heart was racing. Just to find who was going to show up was already scaring her. When she was getting close, she hid behind a tree to see who had shown up. "Kn-Knox? Evie? We meet again," She gasped and came out from behind the large and aged oak tree she used to climb as a toddler. Lifting a twig with her mind, she grasped the stick and remembered the scent of a strong bond that she missed. Oh, how she missed Sybil.

{Sorry about the lack of adjectives and descriptive language. Really tired, so it will get better as this RP progresses c:}

[yeena]

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nineteen • male • emotional guy • headache ; yes • tagged ; Evie, Knox, and Aurelia

the tall male closed the door to his sanctuary- his home. he had gotten the call that Evie had wanted them to meet up at the cabin- the very cabin of which the.. five of them had bonded together at. the very thought of it being four of them now turned his face downcast into a frown- he missed Sybil. she had been a sibling to him and it had hit him like a bullet when news of her death was passed around. forcing his legs to move he let the long black coat whip around him- his hands buried in his pockets and messenger bag's strap across his chest. emotional scents were around him, what a wretched thing to happen. already he was getting the start of a headache that would stick with him for the whole day. sighing he just kept on moving his feet down the familiar sidewalk of which he would turn off soon to be following an imaginary trail that led to the place of his treasured memories. people looked up at the male with his scarf pulled over his mouth as he would simply stalk by them. they would think he was weird. raven-colored hair rustling in the wind that would blow through once in awhile, jacket simply now swaying with his stride. after many steps and stares later there was no more sidewalk- it was dried, dead, crunching leaves now. → → →
as he was nearing the cabin he was annoyed how the fog hugged his feet and branches swung out around him- getting close to being bare of leaves. upon a last few low tree branches there were stale traces of excitement and also stronger scents of worry and sadness. somebody must've shown up. carefully brushing the branches aside he peeked out in a small, not big enough, clearing to see the old cabin and two figures in broad daylight, one near the tree's still. it took a minute but he managed to work the gears in his brain- despite his brain hurting from many emotions being passed through the short walk to this cabin. first he noticed Evie- of course. she would come, she was the one who had called this meeting. next was the tall blonde- Knox. he had had close bonds with the now decreased Sybil- they all had but they seemed like they went farther then friends, even if they claimed they didn't and hadn't. the last figure he saw was Aurelia, the strange girl he had nicknamed her. she was always the brighter to them- something of which made her an interesting figure to him despite him being a stranger to her full lengthed personality. she seemed to be peeking from the tree's- perhaps uncertain of something. snorting out warm air he pushed past a the low-hanging branches and his tall, dark form took steps towards the cabin and two figures. once almost next to Evie he put his gloved hands into his jacket's pockets and then stood next to her. once feeling the tension was high he decided to break the mostly-quiet area ( despite he had heard a voice like Aurelia's at one point during walking ), " hello. its erm.. surprising to be seeing you all again. " he grunted out, his voice deep and low- and slightly muffled by his scarf. casting a glance over at Evie as he said that he looked her over- she didn't look too different since.. Sybil's death- well at that fact none of them did, they just all got quiet and separated from eachother's lives ( and also it had only been four days so.. ). it was only a quick look so after looking at her feminine form he turned his navy eyes to the cabin- the cabin which reeked of many stale emotions. good and bad. the cabin that brought them together.

[Nanashi]

It's been four days since the murder of Sybil and already things are becoming so quiet almost deadly silent to the point where Hatoruma just stares out of the window during the creative writing club. They were already an hour in and yet, Hatoruma was deathly bored to the point where he rather stab something or bang his head on the desk. Hatoruma feels a certain aura in the room, something of hidden excitement and as an action and thrill writer he should know best when the climax is approaching to make the story more suspenseful. Hatoruma sighed a bit as he continued to look out of the plain window into the same boring old city. Hatoruma just wished for some sort of excitement and didn't expected that someone would get murdered from it. Although many people called the boy heartless that he found it interesting than saddening, Hatoruma quickly felt boredom and how a city reacts in grieve in this town it's not much other than the same old lanterns that they set out each night. Hatoruma didn't know who Sybil was really but knowing that the small town all had been shooken up by it means he must've been an influence to the town and a more liked person. A soul to be missed. Hatoruma then sighed and asked "Are we going to do anything about this death thing that's going around? I mean we could actually investigate something that we could only write in a story before, and now it's actually happening. I find that looking for any kind of clue is better than to rot in school just trying for some sort of an idea for our next best seller or something..." Hatoruma figured his suggestion would be shot down since the other students aren't looking for danger as often as he was. Though it didn't mattered in the end, Hatoruma would still investigate the situation even if it's alone. Though it would be more interesting in a group and maybe with more heads they could discover something about this strange sudden death after all no one really dies in this town other than those really old folks who purely moved in for the peaceful boring life just before they rot away into the gates of hell. That single thought made Hatoruma snug into his chair attempting for a nap and wish he would never get old and wrinkly. Too boring...

(Er I hope this is okay if I got anything wrong just tell me and I'll edit this T u T)